"Subway Series" *Summer Edition*

I hate people touching me. I especially hate when strangers touch me. I rarely shake hands and if I do I sanitize immediately after. I wear sweaters and jackets in 90 degree humid weather to avoid peoples skin touching me when in close proximity. Hey people have germs! Lol

It's the best weather of the summer yet. The sun is shining brightly and there is a slight breeze. It's not humid and it's under 80 degrees. I'm dressed in dark skinny jeans, a black camisole, 5 inch heels and my "Hollywood Mocha" shades.

I step onto the train rap music blasting. (Did I tell you rap music makes me violent?)

A young girl no older than 25 sits beside me. I inch away realizing I've left my jacket at home and my arms are bare. Closing my eyes I settle in for the ride. She coughs. My eyes open slowly. She coughs again. I let out a slow and steady breath. She coughs AGAIN!

My head snaps to my right as I glare at her. I realize it's not a sick cough but a dry cough. I search my bag for a candy and shove it at her. "Thank you" she says. I grunt and roll my eyes before attempting to relax again.

She gets off the train in another couple stops and I'm happy it's not crowded and none of these large humans will try to squeeze in beside me.

We arrive at 125th street station and it must be drug addict Wednesday. At least four of them get on and two sit on either side of me. I almost scream. I'm breathing heavily trying not to inhale the stench coming from the one to my left. I look over and he's holding a book out reading it. I look at his dirty fingers and notice his thumb nail is half gone and what's left is a blackish green color. I'm gaging.

The one on my right is fidgeting, going in his bag, playing with his headphones, going in his pockets. All the while his grimy hawaiian button down is brushing against my arm. I've had it with him! I swing my purse to push him off of me and growl, "What the fuck man!". Thank God it's my stop. I roll my eyes and push past the people trying to rush onto the train before the passengers get off. I bump a girl so hard she almost falls and turn to look at her DARING her to say something. She scurries onto the train.

I walk quickly up the stairs to wait for the next train. It arrives and I sit down. An older woman with a large purse and shopping bags sits beside me. I want to curse her but I don't because she is old enough to be my grandma. She nicely rests her purse on my leg. I suck my teeth and move my leg.

Oh no! My IPOD dies! Whyyyyy!!

She's chomping down on some chips or peanuts or something and her purse has made it's way back into my lap. I keep telling my self "She's old, leave her alone" but when the person beside her gets off she doesn't move over, I'm left to assume she's being spiteful. I push her bag off of my leg and suck my teeth, thinking "I dare you, grandma!" She moves her bag and continues to eat. I pull out my blackberry(R) and begin to type all the while thinking "I hate this shit"



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA.